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Narcissism? Nah. (Part 1 of 2)

by sidcorvid

This poem is one of two, both started with the same line, the same idea, but go in very different directions. The link to part 2 will be at the bottom

Narcissism? Nah.
Maybe I’m just better.
Ever considered that?

It’s just a law of nature.
I cannot be recreated or destroyed.

In my essence,
aspirations and material,
I am the dictator of your future.

Thanks for coming out,
Unfortunately we’re at capacity.

Allow to me to clarify,
This isn’t about me.
Forgive me, but you are not needed.

In unity we create a god.
In our spirit we will dominate.

I see the hate in your eyes,
Let me paint this in a different light.
Do you love her?

She doesn’t need you.
Your breath is an offense.

I’m sorry, friend.
This is where we part ways.
Trust me, it’ll be over soon.

 

Part 2 is on my new Facebook page, I’d appreciate any likes, and might run some contest to give away books if I get enough.

Narcissism? Nah. (Part 2 of 2) by Paul E. Wyatt Poetry.

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In search of dominance

by sidcorvid

With stomach achingly empty,

And eyes heavy with not-quite drowsiness,

He recognizes his momentary impotence.

“To gain, once more, an upper hand,

We watch him climb.

Pulling himself towards superiority

With ropes of stimulants and faux confidence.

“They will break, as they always do.

It’s then we will see him fall,

Grasping at any and every thing.

“Let him, watch him die.

He’s not of the breed to survive.

Let’s hope him to fail,

He cannot be allowed to survive.

“What we’re watching thinks his self a god,

In days past, we’d have crucified him

For his crimes of pandering.”

Exhaling dominance with each inhale of hatred,

He gains foothold after foothold,

Staving off exhaustion with drive.

In reaching the peak, he will then watch them fall.

It’s been a rough week or two…

by sidcorvid

Classical references expound upon
My broken lines
Of law enforcement evasion,
And self-actualization.

Shadows shift
In this complex reality
Of the moment.

I fear for continuity,
Long for non-sequitur.
Acting as a Ratatoskr,
Shifty eyes and all.

But a fire is burning behind
These icy eyes,
Tended by blind rage.

Lord, allow me to grow to be
Your Azazel.
Father, let me die
An honored Death

 

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A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

by sidcorvid

A poem for Georgia the cockatiel

Days like today,
Remind me of the past.
Warmth of the cold
A love I hope will last.
You fear I will not answer,
Upon your fearful call.
I would simply die,
If I ever hurt you at all.
I would end others’ to protect yours.
I would die without you.
I fear for you as I fear for myself.
Daily, I fight to get over you.
You are stuck like a wrench in a cog.
My mind will always come back to you.
The fact that you called,
Shows me you feel the same.

Flashback

by sidcorvid

Flashback

The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.